It turns out he didn't lose his job.
But that doesn't change the fact that, Troye walked out of the office, With tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't see with all the blurry vision─It's so stupid. So stupid how words can hurt a person so much. Especially when the words turn into hurtful ones. Worse than being stabbed. He was trying to find his dressing room, But was sobbing too loudly that it only got worse. Feeling as if that whole conversation is stuck in his mind - The gripping - Pushing - And yelling.
"You're not a prostitute! You're a fucking stripper who works for me, Troye! You're not on the streets giving blowjobs for money. Not yet. If you keep breaking every god damn rule of this place - I will put you there myself! Since you've barely got money anyways, Right?"
Troye shakily wiped his tears with the back of his palm, Reaching to open the door to his dressing room. The lights are already on. He turned around to quietly close it, Then turned back around, And didn't expect someone to be in here with him. His eyes widened. What is he doing here? It's such a bad time. He's the least person he wants to be in presence with right now─Especially with what happened just minutes before─Trying to make it seem like he wasn't just crying with a small laugh.
"You forgot your wallet at my place, Couldn't help but bring it to you myself... Did something happen?"
Mr. Bixenman held it up in between his fingers, Raising an eyebrow with a frown, And Troye just simply shook his head. Some more laughter coming from his mouth. He eyed him suspiciously─His eyes are bloodshot, puffy, Cheeks are stained with tears, Bottom lip is bitten, Even raw. He looks as if he's about to cry again, Just holding it in.
"Thank you for the wallet. C-Can you leave now, Please? I have a lot to do." Troye spoke, His voice cracking on the verge of tears again. Jacob sighed. Something definitely happened, He was going to get the bottom to it. He's angry, Fists are tight, And can't help but clench his jaw. It better not have been Connor─Fuck─He will literally beat him to the ground if he has to. Probably giving him more shit.
"I know you want me to leave, But, I just want to know what's wrong. If someone did something to hurt you- You need to tell me now, Sivan." Jacob told him sternly. Furrowing his eyebrows at him, Feeling his knuckles turning white from squeezing his fits so tight─Waiting for a response. Anything.
"Nobody hurt me. I've just had a bad day, Alright? You're not making it any better being here. So just go."
Troye whispered brokenly, Opening the door again. Gesturing for him to get out. Jacob's face fell seeing how broken up about─Whatever it is─Is tearing him apart. That can't just be a bad day, "What do you mean I'm not making it any better?" He retorted, Staring at him with a confused expression. This time he couldn't help it, He watched the tears start to escape with a blink.
"You're not. I don't understand what you want from me, Mr. Bixenman. I can't have sex with you again. If that's what you want... It's not happening. Not again. Not ever. Now, I seriously have to get ready. Unless you want to watch me shower at my place, I suggest you go back to your fancy one and have a nice cup of tea with your expensive cups, Yeah?"
Jacob's heart literally cracked.
"Why are you so against my fancy place? My expensive cups? Just me?"
"Because most of us, Don't have that! We have to do any and everything to try and even survive! Why do you think I work here?!" Troye asked now hiccuping from crying so much, Just letting it all fall. Not even caring anymore. He understands now─Standing up from the chair, "I work here because I'm a stripper. It's a job. I-I'm not a prostitute, Why does everyone think that! Do you think that I am, Because I slept with you?"
